Hunting Season
Grove Street
Can’t be making mistakes
Been defined by the ones I’ve made
No room to grow, no leaf to turn
Digging up the dirt just to bury and burn
Realize, be at peace
Criticized, I’ve been forced to cease
No second chance to show change
Cursed by the error of my ways
The error of my ways
Scared to improve by the fear of failure
Gotta get it right first time
One in the clip and one in the chamber
Gotta get it right first time
I can’t believe what I can’t see
Sharp daggers hiding behind pearl teeth
Accused, confused
Bring the hammer down, invent the truth
Blindsided ignorance
Tip the scale of your indifference
Scared to improve by the fear of failure
Gotta get it right first time
One in the clip and one in the chamber
Once the damage is done and you carry the mark
There’s no where to turn and you’re left in the dark
If hate is the problem, absolution is right
True colours shine in the absence of light
Motherfucker
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